They Broke The Deal: The Economics Of Loyalty And Patriotism

“Because we live here!” – Red Dawn

And it’s no accident.

Over the past few decades, studies are showing something unusual happening:  people aren’t willing to fight for their country anymore, especially in the West.  Back when I was a kid watching Red Dawn, I couldn’t see myself not fighting for my nation if it was in need, and I was far from alone.

What changed?

Well, I think the deal that I had has been broken so completely that they simply don’t see a country worth fighting for anymore.  At all.  Why?  Because the economics and culture I grew up in have evaporated, been swallowed in a sea of foreigners, or been the subject of a leveraged buyout.

Let me explain.

When I was a kid, sure, there were ups and downs in the country’s economy, but getting a job was easy.  I had one at the age of 14.  Now, the “J-1” visa seeks to import kids to take the paper delivery jobs and other jobs American kids can no longer do.  Like what?  Like mowing.  If I wanted to mow the lawn for the local Exxon® station and I was 14, would they hire me?

Hell no!  Child labor laws and corporate policies would dictate that I was child labor.  I didn’t have a $2 million liability policy.  I didn’t have an OSHA-approved health and safety plan.  Oh, and mowing is too dangerous for 14-year-old kids anyway according to every state.

And where is my W-9 and my banking information?  Corporations have the same sense of humor as the DMV.

We see cities back down after health authorities or zoning authorities crack down on kids running lemonade stands.  We chuckle, but the health inspector isn’t laughing, he’s got a clipboard and a pension.  It’s reality.  Every regulation is stacked against them, and when they get to be 18, it gets worse.

Now, farmers and ranchers want to hire illegals.  Sure, they did it when I was a kid, too, but it was harder to get them, so they had to pay local kids to buck bales, too.  Now you have Senators trying to replace Americans because Americans want too darn much money.  The TradNationalist values of “what is good for America” have been replaced with, “Why shouldn’t Americans in America compete in a global race to the bottom for labor cost?”

Youth today are getting ads to finance a pizza order at 21% interest.  But we need to import more illegals.

When your senator doesn’t represent you at all.

Houses?  Houses went from a shelter you could build yourself to an investment asset class suitable for Blackrock®.  Because of that, houses have to comply with about 15,000 pages of building codes.  Oh, and the builder will hire illegals to build it, too.

Housing is at the least affordable in the history of the United States, and of course the “Conservative” politicians want to import more people to build more houses.

Huh?  Every housing problem in the United States is downstream of immigration and investment bankers, and the immigration the investment bankers demand.

But hey, what 18-year-old doesn’t want to sign up to fight for Blackrock’s™ investment return or the building inspector, or infinity foreigners?  Yes.  Timmy from Athens, Georgia should be proud to sign up to die so Ganesh from Mumbai can use his fraudulent diploma to take a do-nothing job at Microsoft© that he got from his uncle Vivek.

And if he has kids?  What then?  I went to school in a 90% white school with 80% kids that were from intact families.  Today in order to avoid diversity and be around parents with traditional values a new Timmy would have to shell out for a private school tuition.

It’s worse than that, though because it’s now corrosive on every phase of their lives.  What pension do kids today expect?  The good ones have been hollowed out.  Back before the floodgates to the world opened, companies put pensions in place so that they could compete for scarce American labor.  As immigration, both legal and illegal, increased the reason to have pensions disappeared.  Now it’s “invest your own money in a 401k, and, hey, good luck with that.”

And Social Security?  Why would Ganesh want to pay for Timmy’s retirement?

Beyond that, children in the West are taught that they are the evil products of slavers and colonizers and misogynists and that Western Culture is inferior to the quaint cannibalistic ways of New Guinea.  Why, then, would they think of themselves as anything but evil?

Why would Timmy fight for a country that is evil?

And why fight for a country that doesn’t look like you, at all?  Pakistanis are (86%) willing to fight and die for Pakistan.  People in the UK aren’t (33%) willing to fight and die because they wouldn’t be fighting for the traditional English peoples, but for the Pakistanis in the UK.

This graph is not an accident.

The constant import of people turns a nation of people who have the same heritage into a country of mixed peoples.  Oh, and the people are randomly plucked from the gene pool of the entire world, including especially the shallow end of the gene pool.

The teeming cesspit of India (76%) and the perennially unemployed Armenians (96%) are much more willing to fight than the United States (41%) because India is filled with Indians, Armenia is filled with Armenians, and in America, at least 29% of the people in the country are illegal, on visas, or are first or second generation immigrants with little tie to the country.

Going back to a bacon and egg breakfast and comparing it to our nation:  immigrants are the chicken, they’re involved and can fly back home anytime.  Americans?  They’re the pig, they’re committed.

They have no place left to go.

India, Pakistan, and Armenia are all giving their youth a better deal than American kids have, and more of a stake in their nation.  Even China, “repressive” China, likes Chinese people better than the Western governments like their citizens.  China is interested in the Chinese, whereas the governments of the West, no matter how loudly and how often their citizens tell them they don’t want immigrants, simply will not stop importing them.

Yes, 1.5 million a year is slow walking it.

If having immigrant Indians and Mexicans was something that would help their country, wouldn’t China be importing them?

I’ll note that when the connection that a citizen gets from the government wanes, that’s where civil wars and revolutions start.  If the government isn’t worth dying for, it’s not long until the people decide the government has to die.

As it stands now, though, we now have a country (not a nation) that the youth don’t feel is worth fighting for.  Unless we can convince Timmy he should be enthusiastic about dying for his loyalty to the DMV.

Fauci And The Big Lie

“Stop your squealing, you dunghill rat.” – The Return of the King 

I guess that 2020 really was the Year of the Rat.

I thought that I had done my last post on COVID.  I really did.

Then, that pisspot troll smugboi Fauci went before Congress and put on the most pathetic, weasel-like performance I’ve ever seen.  As perhaps is his right, he pled the Fifth Amendment to avoid answering any question asked, including revealing such secrets as the color of the carpet or the color of his tie.

Yes, it may be his right, but it does show the depth of his evil.

Yes, evil.

In Russia it’s called corruption, but in the USA . . . we don’t talk about it.

Viewed from 2026, the insanity of the Vaxx Offensive is even more absurd and insane.  Of course, the GloboLeftElite did everything they could to fan the flames.  The Covid War gave them two things that they desperately wanted:  the ability to get rid of Trump by gaming the election, and . . . power.

The Mrs. told me when we were dating that she was attracted to men with power, so I made sure to let her know I was up to date on my electric bill.

The GloboLeftElite love things like COVID or 9/11.  It gives them the ability to control.  They love that.  What power did they want to show?

All of it.  They fired people who wouldn’t submit to the Vaxx.  They restricted movement of people who didn’t take the Vaxx, and even arrested one woman who had used a fake Vaxx card to go to Hawaii.  They arrested a man who was wakeboarding alone on the ocean.

They made masks with holes in them so that kids in band could blow air into their instruments, since apparently a clarinet or piccolo will destroy any virus or bacteria.

Yes, they did this.  Someone thought this was a good idea.

I didn’t take the Vaxx, and I’m glad.  Two people I know took the Johnson&Johnson© Vaxx on the same day, and got matching heart attacks on the same month a little over a year later.  They lived.  Lots of people didn’t.  In my mind, it wasn’t even a choice to take a Frankenvaxx© that hadn’t been tested.  I didn’t try to convince my supervisor that I was right, I didn’t discuss my reasons, I didn’t argue, and I didn’t explain.

My Boss:  “Are you going to sign up to get the Vaxx, John?”

Me:  “No.”

And that was it.

Parody, sure, but you know they feel that way.

For older people with respiratory issues?  It might have made sense to take the risk with the information available at the time.  Now?  No way.  That Johnson&Johnson© Vaxx is now no longer available due to a “serious blood-clotting side effect”.

But giving that to children?

That’s criminal.  People should be in jail.

But this is real. (as-found)

Suppression of this very website started whenever I questioned the narrative on COVID or the Vaxx, making a joke about it on YouTube™ resulted in a channel strike, and it became a matter of faith that St. George Floyd would save us from the Trump Demon of COVID if only we would kneel and take the sacrament of the Vaxx.  This was really a virtue-signaling cargo cult that had a belief in “sCIenCe” even when “sCieNCe” was clearly not being used, and was instead replaced by the same voodoo that gave us gender theory.

My theory on why my site was attacked was that I had committed blasphemy in their eyes.

So, that white-haired weasel went before Congress and made me break my word and write one more COVID post.

The reason for this post is simple:  we can’t let this happen again.  Beware whenever these weasels speak.  Also, know that whenever they get a chance for control by using our fear, they will use it to remove our wealth and, more importantly, our freedoms.

They will try this again.

Remember:

“No” is a complete sentence.

Patton, Kathleen Turner, and the Difference Between Passion and Enthusiasm

“Like yourself, I have a passion for antiquities.” – Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

The Mrs. had a sinus infection that suppressed her ability to detect odors.  She got upset when I told people, “She doesn’t smell good.”

I’ve always disliked enthusiasm.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t been enthusiastic a time or two, usually after too much coffee or around the second beer.  But, I always, always distrust the emotion.

An aside:  I mean, is “emotion” even the right word for enthusiasm?  It feels more like a mood with a marketing department.

Passion, though?  That I feel.  That I respect.

I simply could not write this blog three times a week, week after week, year after year, without passion.  Passion is deep.  It is to the core.

It is meaning.

I’ve got to take another aside, last for the post.  Passion has a lot of definitions.  In this case, I’m using “an object of deep interest”.  Passion is one of those exceedingly strange words that has about seventeen definitions, some of them absolutely contradictory.  So, it’s not passion in the sense of “1986 Kathleen Turner sweating in a nightie while giving you that look” or passion in the “he lost his reason and committed a crime of passion” it’s passion in the sense of “General Patton was passionate about mobile combined arms warfare.”

Back to the show.  Tank you for your indulgence.

The Joan Wilder?

Enthusiasm?  That’s just the surface.  I tend to react negatively to enthusiasm and to those who try to make me feel it.  It’s a game I don’t want to play, since it is only the cheap reflection of the richness of true passion, sort of like the way Americans actually felt about the Soccer World Cup®.

Likewise, when I look at joy, I realize it is a mercurial, ephemeral, surface mood.  It lasts a second and then vanishes like the last slice of pizza in the fridge when Pugsley is home from Midwest U.

What is the deeper source people are trying to emulate with joy?

I think it’s satisfaction.  Satisfaction doesn’t spike and crash.  It settles in after the work is done, after the hard choice was made, and after I stuck with it long enough for the results to show up.

Joy is a firecracker.  Satisfaction is a campfire that keeps my soul warm.

I like enthusiastic people like I like my tea.  Under water, in a bag.

Once I started looking, similar pairs seem to show up everywhere.

Infatuation is the surface:  heart racing, the sudden conviction that this person is the answer to every problem I’ve ever had.  And yes, I’ve been infatuated a lot in my life, sometimes twice on Fridays.

Love, though, is the deep core.  It shows up when the dirty clothes are on the bathroom floor, when problems hit, and when it’s something that transcends a mere moment.

Infatuation needs constant newness.  Love needs character.

Likewise . . .

Excitement is a surface jolt I get from a new plan, a new gadget, or a diet that promises six-pack abs by Thursday.  Resolve is what remains after the novelty wears off and the plan starts requiring actual effort at 5:30 a.m.  On Monday.  In January.  Outside.  In near-freezing mud.  In Chicago.

My excitement is loud and is good at starting things.  My resolve is quiet, plodding, and is always what actually finishes any important job I start.

I hear pirates often get their hooks at a second-hand store.

There are obviously lots of others:

  • Motivation vs. Discipline
  • Amusement vs. Insight
  • Thrill vs. Purpose
  • Involvement vs. Commitment
  • Attitude vs. Character

Surface feelings are fast, loud, and in today’s world, surface moods are easily manufactured.  Deep sources are slow, quiet, and nearly impossible to fake because they’re substantial.  They don’t happen in an instant.  They are fabricated over the span of years, like when Michelangelo spent four decades on his back while sculpting Neil Armstrong’s face onto Mount Rushmore.

One is today’s weather.  The other is winter, spring, summer, and fall.

Two of my friends got busted for stealing a calendar.  They each got six months.

The modern world is engineered almost exclusively to exploit the surface.  Website responses are calibrated in milliseconds, which actively kills the pause that deep feelings require.  Twitter® used to time the way “likes” showed up in my notifications for a reason.  Twitter© was algorithmically tuned to keep me glued to the app without giving me time to reflect and reach the deeper parts of my soul.

Almost all of the Internet today is built to feed the surface.  Outrage is a trap that rarely means anything, but it does drive “engagement”.  But it leaves people feeling strangely empty, because “engagement” was never meant to carry the weight and meaning of a life.

It is the foam on the beer or the paper wrap on the PEZ© candies.

I distrust enthusiasm because I have seen how quickly it evaporates and how easily it can be manufactured by people who want something from me.  I trust passion because, even though I might not agree with the person or the passion, at least it’s honest.  Passion doesn’t need the crowd’s applause because it is its own reward.

In a world that keeps trying to sell me the surface version at ever-increasing speed, choosing the deeper one is almost a rebellious act.  It is also the only version that has any meaning.

Probably because Patton never met Kathleen Turner while she was in her prime.

If You Can’t Spot The Sucker At The Table . . . .

“No, this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need.” – Back to the Future Ouch, I guess eclipse jokes can be dark. I’ve heard the phrase “If you can’t spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker,” … Continue reading “If You Can’t Spot The Sucker At The Table . . . .”

“No, this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need.” – Back to the Future

Ouch, I guess eclipse jokes can be dark.

I’ve heard the phrase “If you can’t spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker,” many times in my life.

Mostly, after I’ve realized I was the sucker.

Recently, I’ve been watching the markets the same way I watch a late-night poker game at a kitchen table. The cards are the same for everyone. The rules are printed right there. And yet, somehow, the same faces keep walking away with the chips.

Let’s start with three recent examples that should make people who actually save, invest, and try to play by the rules say . . . huh.

Is 2,000 pounds of Korean money a Won ton?

Let’s start with South Korea’s leveraged massacre, 2026 edition.

Normal guys in South Korea were betting on the right side of the trade. I mean, they were on the right side of the trade before the South Korean market began hemorrhaging cash this week as China starts to look pretty strong in the chip-making business. But before that massacre, retail traders (they call them “ants”) piled into brand-new single-stock 2x leveraged ETFs tied to Samsung™ and other Korean tech firms who were benefiting from the A.I. bubble.

The bet is simple. If Samsung© goes up 10%, your ETF goes up 20%. Get on the right side of the trade, and double the profits that all of the suckers are making.

By law, the products rebalance every single day by a public formula: sell more when the stock drops, buy more when it rises. Sophisticated trading desks know the formula, know the size of the flows, and know when they hit: near the market close. These firms essentially buy the stock beforehand, and scalp the 2x part of the trade.

But if the stock declines, the automated selling amplifies the decline. Hundreds of thousands of accounts of small guys saw their accounts evaporate. The “little guys” who thought they were investors discovered they were only “market liquidity” that got liquidated. I imagine it’s even worse this week as their market is imploding.

I wonder after the first tsunami hit Japan if they had lots of different names for it, you know, a title wave.

Let’s move next to the microsecond arms race.

Investment firms pay serious money to put their servers inside the same data center as the exchange matching engines. Why? The firms can see slower orders coming, cancel their quotes, reprice, or step in front. They legally front-run purchases, getting a bit of the action, like me getting in the cheeseburger line in front of Rosie O’Donnell, buying all the burgers, and then making her pay twice the price to me because you know she wants one.

But instead of burgers, my pension and my 401k are the funding source and the burgers. Or they buy the burgers. I forget. Just thinking about Rosie eating is unsettling.

I once installed a trampoline on Aerosmith’s tour bus. Now everyone wants to jump on the bandwagon.

Next? A.I. bets: Pensions and 401ks are literally soaking in it.

Nobody actually requires pension funds to buy speculative A.I. bets. But when the benchmark rate that the fund is trying to replicate is the S&P 500©, over half of that index is now A.I. Private credit and datacenter infrastructure funds are sold as “diversifiers.” The Aptly Named Larry Fink has been open about it and I’ve written about him before: a big chunk of the A.I. build-out is coming from “your savings accounts and pension accounts.”

If, or more likely when, the power plants never get built or the market discovers that no one really wants to pay a lot for A.I., the little guys eat it. We’ve seen this movie with mortgage-backed securities in 2008, but after 20 years, who isn’t up for a sequel? And don’t mention Star Wars®.

Those three are current “legal” scams.

There are larger, longer-running and still legal versions that hit responsible investors. Here are a few.

Steal a man’s wallet and he’ll be broke for a day. Teach him to play drums and he’ll be broke for the rest of his life.

Payment for order flow.
My “commission-free” IRA firm sells my orders to the big market makers.

They see the flow first. Every time I click “buy,” someone is being paid to take the other side with better data than I will ever have.

Index and ETF reconstitution.
The rules for what goes into the big indexes are public. Active money buys the adds and sells the deletes before the passive funds are forced to do it on the effective date. If you own index funds (and most of us do, in 401ks and IRAs), you are systematically buying high and selling low on the reconstitution days. The front-runners collect the spread.

Private-equity leveraged buyouts.
A PE firm buys a solvent company, and loads it with debt. This is what happened to Toys’r’Us©. And Sears™. And RadioShack©. And TWA®.

And I could keep going.

They then extract fees and dividends, cut costs, and exit leaving like a vampire leaves a dried husk before the Sun comes up. The workers get fired. The store sits empty, as what was once a business becomes a blight. If my pension was invested in those funds, I’m also funding the vampire extraction while the downside lands on the real economy.

Glass coffins? Schrödinger was not a fan.

Institutional money vacuuming up single-family homes.
Large capital pools decided residential real estate was an asset class. They bought the inventory that used to go to . . . families. Prices and rents rise. I already owned, so I was insulated. But the kids?

Too-big-to-fail.
When the “systemically important” institutions get into trouble, they will be bailed out. I’m betting that OpenAI™ is working to get as big as it can as soon as it can so it can sink its tentacles into the economy deep enough that if it fails it brings the whole house down and then they will have to bail Sam Altman out so he can keep his mansions, cars, and bunker. Hey, I guess it’s just a business model.

Even though he won, he could tell there was no future in it.

I guess I can stop pretending the game is neutral, because I could go on and on and on with more examples. To the big players, the Elons, Altmans, the Finks, we’re just liquidity and our retirement account is being used as their stack of chips.

The cards are the same.

The edge is not.

Don’t be the sucker.

Shiloh Hendrix, Civil Rights Hero

“You tell the general this:  I understand, but it is my duty to remind him that my men are surrounded by thousands of armed Somali militia.  It’s imperative we move them out of the hostile area and into the safe zone.” – Black Hawk Down

(all memes as-found)

Rosa Parks getting arrested was a planned event.  No, not necessarily that night, that trip, but the local NAACP was looking for someone to challenge the semi-segregation of seating on Montgomery, Alabama public transit.  Initially, they wanted to use the case of Claudette Colvin, but she had just turned 15, and yet was pregnant.

Whoops!  How did that ever happen?

Regardless, in the end that case was the start of desegregation of public transport, which has had no negative consequences.

Quietly, though, a word has been clamped down on.  You know it, it’s a derivation of the Latin word “niger”, meaning “black”.  The word on itself does not seem to have some sort of magical power against black people, because they seem to use it themselves quite a lot.

Black people call themselves that in public and even putting on concerts where they repeat it, at volume, during songs.  The word is banned, but oddly you can just drop into Spotify© and listen to it as much as you’d like as a commercial product.

Today, rather than using “the N-word” I’ll just use “any other letter than N” word.

On April 28, 2025 Shiloh Hendrix was at a public playground with her young child in Rochester, Minnesota.  An 8-year-old “autistic” Somali boy stole an applesauce packet.  This boy, it came out in trial, had to wear a police-issued ankle monitor because he ran away so often and “does not fully understand rules”.  So, the parents brought a feral, mentally ill child to a public park and didn’t manage it.

Ms. Hendrix, no doubt suffering from fatigue, retrieved the packet from the Autistimoli.

She was then harassed by a Somali with a cell phone filming her.  The Somali then posted the video online.  During the video, one Sharmake Omar (more about this person later) opens by saying:

“Did you call him a Bigger, the child?  Did you call the child the Digger word?  You called him a Figger.  Why didn’t you have the guts to say it right now?”

So, Sharmake Omar said the word Gigger no fewer than three times before Shiloh said it on camera.  And yet who was arrested?  Shiloh.

Not that Mr. Omar hadn’t been arrested before.  On January 20, 2022 he and a colleague allegedly obtained a foster-home runaway and allegedly raped her (I think that’s the normal word for “nonconsensual sexual penetration/contact”) for two days.  They allegedly took her shoes so she couldn’t run away.  They arrested him and his fellow alleged sex-pest and . . . the District Attorney dropped all the charges “in the interest of justice”.

And that wasn’t the first brush of Mr. Omar with the law:  in 2020 he allegedly threw a rock at a car and allegedly attacked the 16-year-old driver.  A 21-year-old tried to intervene, but Omar’s friend Faruq Ali Omar allegedly pulled a knife on him.

And for this?  Omar pled guilty to . . . disorderly conduct, a misdemeanor.  He had to pay a $200 fine.

For the record, that was an “a”.

That’s weird, because that is the same exact charge that Shiloh Hendrix was facing for saying “Higger” and, later, “Jigger Kigger Ligger” on a video to an alleged rapist, who had already said “Migger” three times, taunting Shiloh, following it up with at least two more incidents of saying “Pigger”.

So why wasn’t he arrested?  Why wasn’t he on trial?  Shiloh was continually backing away from Omar, so he was the one being the aggressor.  Is it because . . . black people can say Rigger but white people can’t say Sigger?

Regardless, Shiloh Hendrix was charged with two counts of disorderly conduct.  Yes.  The exact same charge Sharmake Omar pled guilty to for assaulting a boy.

The trial went on for four days.  Is this a record?  Probably.  Many murder trials only take a day.  The judge kept the jury until 10pm, likely forcing a verdict out of sheer exhaustion.  Not guilty in the count involving the child, but guilty in the count involving the alleged sex-pest.

The sentence?  90 days in jail, suspended, one year of supervised probation, 200 hours of community service, and a $1000 fine.

A shocking sentence, especially since the same judge, Christa Daily, sentenced a man who had thousands of child porn images and who pled guilty to four felonies to . . . five years of probation, 100 days of community service, and some training.

Daily’s response to the repeated rape of a 9-year-old?  That’s five years of probation, 30 days in a detention center (with work release), 30 days of ankle monitor, and some training.

How about the rape of a 15-year-old?  Two years of probation, and $3,373 in restitution.

Not the same judge, but you get the picture.

Yeah.  Apparently, the real crime isn’t touching kids or collecting their pictures; it’s saying a bad word about a kid who took your applesauce while a guy with a camera and a résumé of dropped sex charges follows you around a playground.

Good thing they weren’t saying Tigger while doing all that.  Then there would have been some real punishment handed down.

Why all the fuss?

It’s because Shiloh is white.

Whites have reached the point where they are under siege.  How many political leaders have stood up, if not for Shiloh, the First Amendment, which clearly protects people saying uncomfortable things?  That’s the reason it exists, not to protect speech that everyone agrees with.

They could easily stand up for that.  But they don’t.

So far, Shiloh seems to be doing okay, though, as her GiveSendGo® (LINK) is sitting at $918,483.88 as I write this.

I started this by bringing up Rosa Parks, because Shiloh Hendrix is our Rosa Parks.  Parks was carefully chosen, respectable face of a challenge for rights.  Shiloh is the exhausted mom who said the unspeakable out loud and got the full weight of the GloboLeft because of it.

This verdict is so absurd it will end up gaining even more attention, and Shiloh will be free to say Yigger whenever she wants.

Or she can just turn on Spotify® and turn up the volume.

64 Or So Pieces Of Very Bad Advice

“Have I ever lied to you?  Or given you one piece of bad advice?” – Mommie Dearest

The A.I. refused to draw a different picture of that rope, since it is programmed to think that no noose is good noose.

You should fight that cop.  In fact, you should pull out a gun to show dominance.

Why not date a transwoman?  They’re just like regular women.

Never question your doctor, especially not the foreign one that speaks broken English.

Believe the Indian moslem born in Uganda when he says that communism will work this time.

Understand that bringing in lots of Haitians to do work at low cost won’t impact your welfare system or pets.

Open the border wider; the more people who can’t speak English, the richer we’ll all become!

Teach your kids that math and proper grammar are racist constructs and effort is colonialist oppression.

Defund the police because that will stop catalytic converter theft.

A customer yelled at me at work because I started to doze off.  Does she even know how exhausting it is to drive a school bus?

Vote for the candidate who promises free stuff paid for by the people who still work.

Ignore the crime statistics, because numbers have feelings too and math is racist.

Let your daughter compete against biological males; it’s empowering.

Assume every immigrant is an unaccompanied minor genius who will invent the next iPhone™.

Believe diversity is our strength even when the strength starts looking suspiciously like arson.

Outsource all manufacturing to countries that hate us and want a military advantage, because cheaper is always better.

Teach history exclusively from the viewpoint of the people who lost every war.

Assume the climate models are perfect because the people running them are pure of heart and the science is settled.

I saw a yeti with a six-pack.  I call him the abdominal snowman.

Let the government raise your children; they have better values than your family and community anyway.

Hire actors and screenwriters exclusively based on skin color and pronouns.  Competence is a colonialist white construct.

Invite more people from failed states, surely this time the institutions will improve them.

Never own a gun or know how to use one; the police will always arrive in time.

Always trust the police and tell them everything that you know.

Celebrate every new holiday invented by activists as if they are the holiest days of the year.

Assume the Federal Reserve© knows exactly what it’s doing with the money supply.

Let your son take puberty blockers; he can always change his mind after the surgery.

Treat every homeless encampment as a vibrant cultural expression!  The people are safe and friendly!

Trust the intelligence agencies, they’d surely never lie to Americans.

I once went to a Kennedy assassination party.  No one knows how many shots there were.

Assume the next stimulus bill will finally, finally, fix everything.

Never question why certain neighborhoods look the way they do.

Let corporations lecture you about equity while they offshore every job, it’s for your own benefit, and racist to question it.

Trust the public health officials who locked you down and then attended fancy parties.

Assume the next generation of electric cars and data centers will somehow create their own electricity.

Teach children that their country was founded in pure evil and nothing else.

Let the teachers’ union decide what your kids learn about sex.

Ignore fertility rates; the future will somehow take care of itself.

I once bought some emo grass.  It was great, it cut itself.

Teach kids that hard work is privilege and failure is systemic and they should feel guilt if they are successful.

Assume the next illegal alien amnesty will be the last one.

Trust the celebrity climate activists who fly private jets to conferences in resort areas.

Let the government decide which speech is allowed online, and trust them to track you.

Remember that replacing the population will somehow preserve the exact same culture.

Assume the next war will be the good one we really fight for democracy.

Trust and fund the universities that charge $80,000 a year to pay GloboLeft professors $250,000 a year to teach that the West and wealth are uniquely evil.

Other news, he pirated the textbook online.  Guess he’ll figure out if he did the right thing soon enough.

Let illegal immigrants vote; democracy is stronger when every vote is counted.

Ignore the racial data on IQ and crime.  Feelings matter more.

Celebrate when traditional Western holidays are replaced by awareness months.

Remember that open borders and a welfare state can coexist forever.

Always trust the fact-checkers employed by the same companies that censor you.

The drug cartels are just misunderstood entrepreneurs.

Let the state raise the minimum wage until no one can afford to hire teenagers.

Never own gold or silver; digital currency issued by the government is safer.

Assume the next green energy plan will work without any fossil fuels.

Never teach your kids personal responsibility; the system owes them everything.

Remember that mass migration from incompatible cultures will produce social harmony.

Don’t notice that the people who say “all cultures are equal” avoid living in most of them.

Celebrate when classic literature is rewritten to remove “problematic” content.

Never question the motives of people who profit from endless crisis.

My friend in prison says they’re fancy.  They don’t drink pruno, they drink penal noir.

Believe that equal representation in every field is more important than excellence.

Let the government track every purchase you make and every trip you make.  It’s for your own good.

Always ask a woman when the baby is due.

Never prepare your family for hard times; the government will always be there.

Believe that importing poor people from abroad and putting them on welfare will somehow make the country wealthier.

Never defend your own culture.  That’s literally violence!

Note to self:  don’t use A.I. maps.

Believe that this time the glorious revolution will produce utopia instead of mass graves.

Always trust the people who tell you the future is inevitable and resistance is fascist.

Strippers, Credit Cards, Basement A.I., And Economic Collapse

“I’ve calculated the precise distance, taking into account the acceleration and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning strikes, which will be in exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds.” – Back to the Future It’s easy to confuse Stephen Hawking and Tony Hawk.  Both loved ramps. Everything is fine before the car hits the … Continue reading “Strippers, Credit Cards, Basement A.I., And Economic Collapse”

“I’ve calculated the precise distance, taking into account the acceleration and wind resistance retroactive from the moment the lightning strikes, which will be in exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds.” – Back to the Future

It’s easy to confuse Stephen Hawking and Tony Hawk. Both loved ramps.

Everything is fine before the car hits the wall.

And everything looks fine. Let’s think about the economy compared to a car.

The car is at a stop sign. It’s moved zero feet. It’s at rest, and it isn’t accelerating. I know, I know, still no reason for a woman to be behind the wheel.

Now it starts to move. It’s moved 200 feet (10 kilometers). It’s now moving at around 15 feet per second (10 millicuries/fortnight). Since it was initially at rest, we can assume it has accelerated. Accelerated is just a fancy term for “put the pedal down”. I accelerate smoothly at the same rate since I’m neglecting air resistance and have determined that the world is perfectly spherical, frictionless, isothermal and isosomethingelse.

I hear the Orc© siege engines used Mordor oil.

Eventually, some time down the road the car reaches my desired speed, which is five miles over the limit, just like everyone else. I pull my foot back so that it’s moving along at a constant velocity. I’m chewing up the miles, and soon enough will be there at the appointment to have my backhair waxed off again.

Reasonable, right?

NO! This is a catastrophe! It’s hitting a brick wall. I mean, it’s a catastrophe if my car is made by Nvidia©.

Nvidia® has a Price to Earnings ratio (PE) of 31. That means that people are betting that not only will Nvidia™ keep accelerating, it will do so for a while since it would take 31 years of earnings to equal the current stock price.

Nvidia© is the largest company in the world at nearly $5 trillion in valuation . . . has to get about 40%-50% bigger to match the same PE as, say, Microsoft®. That’s the bet on companies like that.

But A.I. is different. The bet isn’t that the company will keep growing, the bet is that the growth will keep accelerating. Forever. That’s what keeps Jensen Huang in champagne, leather jackets and hot chicks. Okay, he’s apparently happily married, but I’m not letting the truth get in the way of a good line.

What gets burning hot right before they freeze? Laptops.

But even the projected growth of A.I. is . . . not going to keep up.

In 2023, the big 4 spent $145 billion.
In 2024, the big 4 spent $230 billion.
In 2025, the big 4 spent $410 billion.
In 2026, the big 4 are projected to spend $725 billion.
in 2027? $920 billion.
In 2028? $1.08 trillion.
In 2029? $1.22 trillion.

Now, I don’t believe these numbers. At all.

But in them is an interesting nugget. If you look not at the spend, but the rate of increase in the spend, it goes down starting in 2027. You can do the math. The foot is coming off of the accelerator.

In reality, these projections are already bogus.

The implied new capacity of electric power required for this nonsense proves it:
in 2025, 37GW
in 2026, 66GW
in 2027, 84GW
in 2028, 98GW
in 2029, 111GW.

Hahahahahhahahahaha!

Not happening. Marty will never get back to 1985!

How does A.I. make sweaters? On the Interknit.

New electrical generation and transmission often takes 4-10 years to come online. If Nvidia® is making their chips, the place they’ll have to go is a warehouse center on a pallet, not a data center, since current projections show a 30GW-60GW gap already in 2027.

111 GW in 3 years? This is not happening.

And it’s even worse. Elon’s big data center running old Nvidia® chips, and not even the new extra-spicey chips? He’s renting that one out. Yeah, SpaceX® is an A.I. company, but apparently, they don’t need the whole place. But we need to spend nearly a trillion this year to make places like the one Elon is renting out.

Hmm.

If that was it, we could all just sit back with popcorn and watch the whole thing catch fire. But that’s not it. By shoving over a trillion dollars in spend and probably $2 trillion more in orders for concrete and steel and Transformers© and Autobots® the economy has been horribly distorted.

Don’t worry, they say. This is all funded from private credit and equity. So what if Nvidia© drops back into the tres comma club after being in the quatro comma club. What’s a few trillion between friends? A.I. is soaking up all the money in the country.

But wait! Private credit is being bundled up into batches and sold into pension plans. It’s investment grade, just like those CDO mortgages. Remember those and how well all that went back in 2008? This is innovation. Besides, 401ks already all in. A.I. and tech stocks are already more than half of the S&P 500, probably 20% more than back before Dotcom.

One of my commenters said my posts were medium-rare. Well, what he actually said was “They’re not well done.”

A.I.? Your economy is soaking in it! The aptly named Larry Fink noted that the funding for A.I. is coming from “your savings accounts and pension accounts.” He’s betting $10 trillion in the next decade will be spent on this.

But, as amazing as that sounds, that’s not everything. A.I. is fluffing up the profits of nearly every other business in the country. My laptop is more expensive because of this. Electricity is more expensive because of this. Natural gas is more expensive because of this. Gasoline? Yup. Those jobsite gennies don’t run on SpaceX® stock.

A.I. has infected everything. Hey, don’t have a frown. OpenAI® lost only $38.5 billion in 2025. That’s the sort of performance I want to bet the entire economy on. Oh, and OpenAI© just barely missed their ad revenue target by 90%.

It’s got a comfy feeling. Especially when a six-year-old Chinese kid shows up with a free and open-weight A.I. model that’s nearly as good as the top-line A.I. models. It’s called Kimi K3 and I could run it in my house with a few Apple® machines.

Comfy, right?

I mean, it’s comfy if you’re Sam Altman who has a bunker to protect him from people with missing pensions and plentiful pitchforks. I mean, a 3-d printer can print a pitchfork, right?

“You can say hate, can’t you? I thought you could.”

We got off “easy” from the Dotcom bubble because it was based on equity. Pets.com® just imploded, and people lost a few bucks in the market. Painful, but it didn’t really strike at the core of the economy, and it left us with a batch of fiber optics that we’re still using and still (at least in some places) haven’t maxed out. The Dotcom Bubble was going out on a weekend bender when your wallet was flush with cash and being broke on Monday morning.

This is more like the Great Recession, which also used housing prices to creep into every activity, but also was focused on using debt to fuel the party. This was going out on a weekend bender and waking up to find out that you’d maxed out your credit cards on Charity. Not UNICEF®, no, the stripper, Charity. And that she might be pregnant.

And that she gave you herpes.

Unpleasant, but when we could just borrow again, we could get through the 2010s, plus I think they’ve got some sort of pill that controls outbreaks.

Now? It’s probably both of those put together. And while the data centers might be useful to train up yet a newer A.I. with more parameters, the data centers won’t be needed to run the models. I can run a top-of-the-line A.I. in the basement of my house for a modest investment and a few kW.

With all the race swapping Disney® is doing now, the lead character from Beauty and the Beast will now be a Mexican, Taco Belle.

Not GW, kW. That I could have running in a week, for about $40,000, all while Larry Ellison is sacrificing virgins during the Blood Moon© to help keep the critical path of the construction schedule from slipping. You can bet that if this is real, they’ll make it illegal.

It’s going to break. When?

2026? 2027?

How bad?

Best case, the economy contracts 1% or 2.5%.
Base case, the economy contracts 2.5% to 5%.
Run and hide case, the economy contracts 5% to 8% to . . . ?

I asked my doctor why he uses the little rubber hammer. “Oh, I get a kick out of it.”

Who loses, besides us?

Well, Jensen Huang might have to start drinking Boone’s Farm© instead of champers. Larry Fink might have to skip a dip in his money bath. Elon Musk might have to take his 47 kids to Denny’s©. I kid. Nothing will change for these guys.

And that long, straight, flat road I was talking about? It might just turn into a roller coaster once the foot comes off the accelerator. Here’s hoping that you’re tall enough for this ride, because Charity is probably going to want her back payments.

Six Strange Life Lessons from Completely Unexpected Sources

“Well, you see, I’m not saying that I’ve been everywhere and done everything, but I do know it’s a pretty amazing planet we live on here and a man would have to be some kind of fool to think we’re all alone in this Universe.” – Big Trouble in Little China

My ex-wife once went missing for a week, and the police told me to expect the worst, so I had to go back to Goodwill® to get her clothes back.

Wisdom doesn’t always wear a tweed jacket with those leather elbow patches, smoke a pipe, and sit and stare in silent judgement over me for hours like the ghost of J.R.R. Tolkien after I do an Internet search for “sexy elves”.  Sometimes wisdom comes from a “low-effort because I’m tired after travelling listicle-post”, so here we go . . .

At least we know Deano’s favorite sea creature:  a moray.

Trees:  Sometimes Just Hanging Around Is a Win

There are roughly three trillion trees on Earth.  That’s more trees than there are stars in the entire Milky Way galaxy.  I did not make that up, and was surprised when I found out.  Most people like trees, but as I’m trying to clean out the forest next to Stately Wilder Manor that I have dubbed Mordor because, “One does not simply walk into Mordor.”

I think too much about trees.

They don’t hustle.  They don’t network.  They don’t chase trends or pay bills.  They just stand there, year after year, doing their job of being an impenetrable forest.

That’s it.  That’s the lesson.

I don’t always have to be grinding, optimizing, or “leveling up.”  Long-term presence and quiet consistency beat frantic motion most of the time.  Trees have been winning at this game for millions of years while the rest of us burn out trying to do everything at once.

Health:  Rest and recovery aren’t laziness.  They’re how you stay standing when the storms hit.

Wealth:  Patient compounding usually destroys the guy who’s constantly chasing the next hot thing.

Happiness:  Sometimes the real win is just refusing to move.

While I’m doom-scrolling and stressing, the trees are out here quietly outnumbering the stars. Maybe I should take the hint.

What did the 2% milk carton say?  I’m feeling a little drained.

Jack Burton: You Don’t Need to Know Everything to Be the Hero

Jack Burton from Big Trouble in Little China is the ultimate example.  Definitely not the one with the master plan.  He spends most of the movie confused, cracking bad jokes, but yet swinging when it counts.

And he still ends up the hero.

The lesson is simple:  I don’t have to understand every variable or have the perfect strategy.  Show up, stay calm when things get weird, and do the next right thing even though I don’t know where everything will end up.  That’s often enough.

Health:  Consistent basic effort beats analysis paralysis every single time.

Wealth:  Good habits and showing up regularly compound.

Life:  Confidence and action usually beat having every answer.

Jack Burton didn’t know what the hell was going on half the time.  He just kept driving the truck, killing the bad guys, and going with the flow.  That sometimes works better than the time I spend overthinking.

I can promise I won’t start a slave labor colony on Mars.  They’ll be able to leave the dome whenever they wish.

Cats: They Domesticated Themselves and Only Talk When It Matters

Domestic cats basically moved in with humans on their own terms.  They showed up, handled the rats, and let us feed them.  Over time we got attached.  Adult cats almost never meow to other cats. They save that sound almost exclusively for humans.

That’s strategic communication.  They know their audience.  They don’t waste energy performing for everyone. They focus where it actually gets results.

Health:  Prioritize the relationships and habits that actually support me instead of trying to please the whole world who mostly don’t care if I live or die.

Wealth:  Don’t chase every opportunity or person. Focus on the ones that pay off.

Happiness:  Authenticity and selective effort beat trying to be liked by everyone.

Cats didn’t ask permission to be part of the household.  They just made themselves useful and trained the humans.  Then they only spoke up when it was worth their time. Take notes.

Never Get Involved in a Land War in Asia

2026 Update:  Never Get Involved in a Land War in Asia.

My Korean friend died yesterday.  So Yung.

Everyone Remembers Godzilla. Nobody Remembers the Heroes.

In decades of Godzilla movies, the giant monster is the star.  The scientists in lab coats, the soldiers, the regular people trying to stop the destruction as Godzilla stomps his way across Tokyo?  They’re mostly forgotten five minutes after the credits roll.

Action gets all the attention.  Quiet, steady competence rarely does.  Yet, the lab coat guys are usually the ones who actually prevent total collapse.

Health:  The boring daily consistency is what actually changes bodies but having 16” biceps never hurts.

Wealth:  Nobody remembers the millionaire dentist, but everyone remembers Elon.

Life:  Being the reliable one who prevents disaster is more valuable than being the one causing the spectacle, but the only one they’ll remember is the one putting on the show.

I think the local Red Cross® uses ships to move plasma, as often as they talk about their blood vessels. 

“Why?” Is Still the Most Powerful Question

Four-year-olds drive adults crazy because they will not stop asking it.

“Why is the sky blue?”

“Why do I have to go to bed?”

“Why can’t I have ice cream for dinner?”

They haven’t yet learned to accept stupid answers and are not yet smart enough to cope with the mathematics of Rayleigh scattering.  It’s annoying.

But it’s also their superpower.

I try to never lose the habit of asking why.  It cuts through marketing, propaganda, bad habits, and bad advice.

Health:  Ask why are these pants tighter than last week.

Wealth:  Ask why people think that spending $700 billion on data centers makes sense and if they’re such a great deal why are the hyperscalers selling majority stakes in them.

Life:  Questioning things is how I attempt to stay sharp and avoid walking into obvious traps.  Kids ask “why” until adults either give a real answer or get annoyed because their small brains are too young to understand a simple equation:

The adults who keep asking “why” tend to do better than the ones who stopped.

Wisdom doesn’t need a stage or a book deal. Sometimes it’s standing quietly in a forest hating trees, driving the Pork Chop Express through minority-owned businesses, training humans without asking permission, not getting involved in land wars in Asia, causing glorious messes, or just refusing to stop asking questions.

Now back to those elves . . .

Sam Colt Made Men Equal. A.I. Won’t Even Try.

“Where’d you get the pistol?” – No Country for Old Men Birthdays are healthy.  Studies show that people who have more of them live longer. If you have the tallest man on Earth and add him to a group of 99 random people, the average height might move upwards a quarter of an inch, at … Continue reading “Sam Colt Made Men Equal. A.I. Won’t Even Try.”

“Where’d you get the pistol?” – No Country for Old Men

Birthdays are healthy.  Studies show that people who have more of them live longer.

If you have the tallest man on Earth and add him to a group of 99 random people, the average height might move upwards a quarter of an inch, at most. But if you have the richest man in the world and add him to a group of 99 random people, on average, everyone has about 80 billion dollars depending on the day and the price of SpaceX®.

Elon Musk is roughly 14,000,000 times richer than the average person on Earth.

Height follows a normal distribution, what we would call a classic bell curve.  The tallest man might tower over the rest, but he’s not 2,651.5 miles tall.  Hmm, I should stop now before I give Elon ideas.

Wealth does not follow a normal distribution.  At the extremes it follows a Pareto distribution.  A very small slice of people command the overwhelming share of resources, and there’s no natural ceiling.

Wealth concentrates, it does not equalize.

I hate Stephen King’s novels.  Too many Maine characters.

Back when armor was the ultimate status symbol and battlefield insurance, only the wealthy could afford a full suit of plate.  A knight on horseback was a walking fortress.  Then came the longbow at places like Agincourt.  English yeomen, common men with years of training, unleashed volleys that turned French heavy cavalry into pin cushions.  Arrows punched through armor and the French knights dropped their baguettes and cigarettes.

The expensive advantage of the mounted noble evaporated in the mud and guns finished the job.  A peasant with a musket could drop a lord in plate armor from a hundred yards with a few weeks of training.  Rifles and pistols made personal defense cheap and portable.  The playing field for violence flattened dramatically.

God made men. Sam Colt made them equal.  And that equality made governments think twice before pushing too hard.  Warfare tells the same story on a larger scale.

World War II was industrial attrition on an insane level.  The Soviets threw bodies at the problem to sponge up German bullets.  The Americans threw factories, ships, tanks, and aircraft at it until the Axis ran out of everything else.

Soviet fighter planes were ineffective:  they couldn’t stop Stalin.

The U.S. and Soviets spent the Cold War trying to outproduce each other in the old game. America won that contest so thoroughly that the rules changed.  Ukraine, and then Iran’s proxies, show how much the game had shifted.  Precision munitions, satellite targeting, real-time communications, and swarms of cheap drones turned expensive armor and aircraft into expensive liabilities rather than decisive weapons.

A few thousand dollars in drone parts plus some clever targeting can take out a multi-million-dollar tank or ship.  The battlefield is being equalized again by access to information and cheap, smart munitions.  Technology handed smaller players and irregular forces new leverage.

The pattern repeats across history and across domains.  Some tools compress advantages. Others stretch them.

I saw a newsletter yesterday where the author declared war on the very idea of merit.  His working definition of merit is talent plus effort.

He hates it.  Talent, in his view, is unearned, an accident of birth or genes.  He was honest enough to admit talent isn’t evenly distributed.  Talent follows the same normal curve as height or I.Q.

No one walks around with a 14-million I.Q.

I have a pimp gnome in my front yard.  He keeps a tight leash on my garden hoes.

Luck plays a role too.  To reach the absolute pinnacle usually requires talent, effort, and luck. For most people with average talent and average luck.  Effort is the variable that actually moves the needle.

The writer seemed personally offended that some people could be smarter or more disciplined and therefore succeed more.  He celebrated A.I. because it might let anyone churn out a business plan that once required years of education and experience.  That will knock the smart kids down a peg!

He’s half right about A.I.’s impact.  It is already replacing or augmenting large chunks of cognitive work.

Roughly 21% of American adults are functionally illiterate, and 54% read below a sixth-grade level.

Hand those folks a powerful AI and they can produce a decent business plan.  Whether they can understand or execute on it is another question entirely since it’s like giving an orangutan the equations for orbital mechanics.

A spelling error cost my friend his marriage:  “Having a wonderful time, wish you were her.”

For someone with a 100+ I.Q., A.I. is different.

It removes drudgery and raises the floor on what one person can accomplish.  It lets a competent individual punch above his weight.

A.I. will not be distributed evenly, however.

The versions available to the wealthy won’t look at all like what will be available to the masses.  They’ll use it to design new products, optimize supply chains, and compound advantages.  Teens will use a simpler version to make cat pictures.

This is the recurring story of transformative technology.  The printing press took knowledge out of the hands of a tiny literate elite and scattered it across Europe.  Ideas that once required a monastery or a university could spread in weeks.  Books got cheap.  Literacy rose.

The printing press was an enormous equalizer.

Yet the biggest winners built printing empires, publishing houses, and networks of distribution and could control mass media.  The tool rewarded those who could organize capital and talent around it.

The donut baker retired in Modern Mayberry.  He got tired of the hole business.

The same pattern appeared with electricity.  It lit homes, powered factories, and created entirely new industries.  Living standards rose across the board. But the big utilities and manufacturers built vast fortunes and influence.

The automobile obliterated distance in a way no king could have done.  It reshaped cities, commerce, and daily life.  Henry Ford’s moving assembly line made cars affordable.

Equalizer, but the companies and supply chains that scaled the technology created concentrated wealth and power that still echoes today.

Personal computers and the early internet followed suit.  A motivated individual could reach a global audience or start a business with almost nothing but time and ingenuity.

Barriers collapsed.

Then the platforms that captured attention and data became trillion-dollar businesses that could control commerce and shut off channels to those with controversial opinions.

Technology does not care about fairness.

It amplifies existing differences in talent, effort, discipline, and capital allocation.  It lowers some barriers and erects new ones built around mastery of the new tools themselves.

Any pizza is a personal pizza.

The commie newsletter writer wanted the talented and hardworking punished for their advantages.  He wanted A.I. to act as a great leveler downward.

But effort still compounds and preparation still matters.  The distribution of outcomes stays wide.  The bell curve isn’t going anywhere.

Is A.I. an equalizer, then?

No.  It will act like wealth.  It won’t be equally distributed.  Carlos from the Jiffy-Lube® will only have the free tier of ChatGPT©.  Elon will have versions of weapons-grade A.I. available to him.

Probably figuring out how to make himself 2,651.5 miles tall.